something to avoid?
or simply not met...
I’m confused—
who am I?
the years run by.am I stuck
or just unheld?am I too frayed,
too far gone
to be embraced—too worn
to open—
too closed to begin?or am I missing
in my skin,
or cresting some far hill,
unnoticed?old thoughts invade me—
am I something to avoid,
am I a void?am I to be held only in the clouds,
and met with lowered lashes
on solid ground?is there anyone—
to rhyme my heart,anyone who would
fall in step with me?— Priyanka Jaiprakash
There’s a point where self-reflection turns into self-doubt.
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This is beautiful, Priyanka. ‘Missing in my skin’…so powerful
The most painful part of feeling like a "void" is the suspicion that you aren’t actually empty, just waiting for a language—or a person—that knows how to translate the specific way you’re broken. Great piece ✨